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Songs From inside of cars Parked on lonesome Sidewalks You yell Words that you just made up And mix them with the Strings of an out- Of-tune guitar. You don't care what The song says, or who you Sing it to. We come by, Guy After Guy, To listen and be gone. You don't care You just call us names when we Leave.